Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
I know she isn’t telling me the truth. “Do you need help packing?”
“No, I don’t need help packing,” she snaps. “I can go stay with Courtney.”
“At her parents’ house?” I ask, but then answer for her. “No.”
She rolls her eyes. “I have four bedrooms and an alarm system. So if they want you, they have to go through that and then through me.” I fold my arms over my chest instead of doing what I want to do, and that is charging her and pulling her into my arms, forcing her to tell me what the fuck she is so scared of. “Now, go pack, or I will pack for you.”
She glares at me, and I meet her glare, my jaw tightening as I look at her. The front door opens and neither of us looks back at Charlie. “Oh, good, you two haven’t killed each other yet.” He snickers. “I’m assuming you have this taken care of, and I can go?”
“Yeah.” I still don’t let go of the stare. “I’ve got her.”
“I see that,” he retorts. “Lilah,” he calls, and she has no choice but to turn toward Charlie. “Blink once if you’re okay with going with this guy.”
“It’s silly,” she finally starts. “I can still stay here. I’ll just be more—”
“That isn’t an option,” Charlie repeats what I just said to her. “It’s either him”—he points at me with his thumb—“or me.” He points at himself, and I’m ready to take her over my shoulder and carry her home to my fucking house.
“You have the baby at your house. The last thing you need is to be worrying about me,” she reasons, her voice soft. “I could maybe just stay in a hotel.”
“With no security?” I snap. “That isn’t going to fucking happen. This has gone on long enough. You are going to pack, and you are going to move in with me and Lucy.”
“I don’t think—”
“Good. It’s settled,” Charlie says, breaking the tension in the room. “I’m going to get going. I’ll keep Lucy until she’s settled.”
“I’ll come and get her later on,” he says. “She has a sleepover with Saige tonight.”
Charlie tries to hide his smirk as he looks down at his feet. “See you later, then.”
He walks out, and I walk toward her bedroom instead of playing around. “Where do you keep your luggage?”
“Emmett,” she says, almost in frustration.
“Like when you say my name, baby,” I reply softly. “Liked it even more last night.” Her cheeks go pink. “Now where do you keep your luggage?”
“Under the bed.” She points at the bed, and I’m ahead of her by five steps by the time she’s come in.
“Do you want to pack your clothes, and I pack your toiletries?”
“No,” she retorts, “I don’t need you packing my stuff. I can do it.”
“Suit yourself.” I hold up my hands, stepping away from it. “I’ll watch.”
“You are infuriating,” she accuses, not even looking at me. “Why don’t you just go and be pissed at me?”
“Oh, trust me.” I sit on her bed. “I’m plenty pissed at you.”
“What?” She stops mid-step after she opens one of her suitcases and heads to her closet. “Why?”
“For keeping this shit to yourself.” I put my index finger up and do a circle with it. “That is not fucking cool.”
“I didn’t know anything was out of the normal.” She tries to deflect as she grabs her jeans and tucks them into the side of the suitcase. “I’m only taking things for a week.”
“Whatever,” I say, thinking that we’ll just come back and get things. She walks over to the long dresser, grabbing things from the dresser and coming to put them next to her jeans. She walks back to the other side, opening her drawer and then stopping. “What is it?”
“I think they’ve been in this drawer.” She looks over her shoulder. “Usually, I have everything folded and put together by sets.”
I spring up and walk to her. “What is it?”
“It’s embarrassing.” She pushes my face away from the drawer.
“Is that?” I say, catching a glimpse of lace and what looks like twenty bras.
“Yeah, it is.” She closes the drawer, and I reach out and pull it open. “Emmett.”
“You have to check and see if anything is missing.” I try not to smile as I pick up a light pink padded bra with the matching panties that fall on the other bras. “You color code them with matching panties?” I ask, my cock getting hard.
“Would you give me that?” she hisses as she grabs her bra from me. “Not that it’s any of your business”—she puts the panties and the bra back together—“but it’s just sexy when they match.”
“Baby, if you’re wearing them…” I look down at the rows and rows of bras, thinking about what the matching panties are, especially the black ones. I use my finger to trace the lace on top of it when she pushes my hand away. “Do you see any that are missing?”